Age of Myth by Michael J. Sullivan

Author:Michael J. Sullivan
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, pdf
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 2016-06-28T07:00:00+00:00

Thankfully, the goblin wasn’t there. The assortment of Galantians who ventured into the Crescent Forest each day was different, but each party always included him.

Aside from their daily outings, the Fhrey stayed mostly in their camp: stitching clothes, sharpening blades, polishing armor, and speaking quietly among themselves. That morning the tall one who carried the spear, a gigantic pole with a fearsome blade, sat rubbing it with a cloth. Next to him was the quiet one, who braided his hair and had a fascination with tying knots in lengths of rope or in the frayed threads of his clothes. The last was the one called Tekchin.

Persephone had heard his name from several of the others, usually when they told him to be quiet. Tekchin was a scary-looking Fhrey with short-cut hair, intense eyes, a scar cut along the side of his face, and a sneer that seemed just as permanent. The scar was easy to see as none of the Fhrey had beards. Persephone had previously thought Fhrey were like women in that respect, but since their arrival, she’d seen them scraping their faces with blades.

As the line of women approached the well, Tekchin stood up and moved to the edge of their path. Sarah faltered at his approach, and Persephone grabbed her hand, squeezing tightly to keep her walking. The Fhrey folded his arms and glared as they neared. So merciless was his gaze that the whole line slowed. Sarah tugged backward, and even Persephone had trouble keeping her feet moving forward.

From behind her, Moya shouted, “What are you looking at?”

Moya!

Persephone thought her heart might have stopped at that moment. Her feet certainly would have if they weren’t in a procession, and it was hard to stop twenty people moving as one.

“I’m looking at you,” the Fhrey growled back in Rhunic, and moved toward her.

The line did halt then, jostling to a standstill. This time it was Sarah who squeezed Persephone’s hand, and she did so with enough force that it hurt. Persephone guessed the only reason the women hadn’t scattered was that they were too scared to move.

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